Chapter 18

100 years later.

The present.

Sania and Hassan were cuddling in bed.

"Stop!' Sania exclaimed.

"What?" Hassan asked with a devilish grin on his face.

"You're tickling me!"

Their fun was ruined by a knock at the front door. The knock was distinct and could only have belonged to:

"Detective Mirza." Sania answered the front door.

Hassan was standing next to her.

Ahsan Mirza didn't need to be an investigator to figure out what had transpired a few moments ago.

"I should come by another time." He joked and pretended to leave when Sania gently grabbed ahold of his arm.

She pulled him inside the house.

"Coffee?" Hassan asked the private investigator.

"Sure. We're gonna need it." Ahsan replied.

***

50 years later.

The future.

It was the scene of a cyberpunk dystopia. Cyborgs were all over the place. Even during the morning there was so much smoke in the air it could have been mistaken for evening time. The sun never seemed to shine.